06-23-2019, 07:16 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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The albino serval constantly needed to remain vigilant. If he didn't, he was fairly certain that he could end up dead in a matter of moments. One of the first lessons that he was taught was to absorb every detail and think about the worst case scenarios so that he could prepare actions appropriate to the situation. This training had saved his life several times before, and he wasn't about to let that training go to waste. He was a strategist, and this meant that he always had several different thoughts going through his mind of the worst case scenario. The worst case scenario now that London was back in the picture, was his brother finding him and taking London hostage to use as a bargaining chip. Yet, no matter what decision he would make, he was fairly certain that London would end up dead anyway so that his brother wouldn't have any loose ends to tie up later on. It made perfect sense, and it was strategically sound. He couldn't afford to make up any slip-ups when his family was in play, but when it came to the other groups he could lax a little bit. Living in the clans taught him to expect the unexpected as there could be a day where they simply find a corpse on the border with no sign of what killed them. That was exactly what Killua had done before when he was taking up jobs. There was no point in hiding the corpses that he created, as he needed the word to spread so that the client would know that the job was done. He would get paid, and he would move on. Before living in Snowbound, he lived in another clan that was relatively peaceful especially with other groups. Nothing really happened so this lead Killua to go travel around the area for something to do, which he still does to this day. Either way, a corpse ended up landing its way on its border along with a note of the revival of another group. To Killua, it was obviously a threat, and he wasn't going to let that threat stand. Without telling Amorette or anyone else in the clan, Killua immediately tracked down the scent to the headquarters of the place. It was here that he came across three individuals and that was it.
The leader of the group pleaded that he was the bad guy simply because they hadn't done anything wrong. They seemed to have forgotten that they left corpses on the borders which were obviously killed by their paws. Killua distinctly remembers removing the eye from a domestic cat and knocking out the leader with almost ease. No, he didn't kill any of them. All of this had happened after Circusclown, and so he knew he should try turning over a new leaf and not constantly be killing all of the time. It was tough for him, but he left them alive. From that moment, the assassin did not hear from them again. This was one of the many reasons why the assassin constantly was on patrols so that he wouldn't miss anything and always keep track of who left and entered the clan. It made his job a lot easier to have as much information as much as possible. The only time that he ran away from battles though, were if they were with his family. Any other battle he would make sure to pick out his opponent appropriately, and then commence an attack. Injuring someone to the point that they would give up was a lot more difficult rather than just killing them. This was the price that needed to be paid in order to live a better life. There were plenty of activities that Killua found trivial. He did not see the need to garden or create something from arts and crafts. But, he probably needed a hobby. He worked himself to the bone and then when he didn't have anything to do he just kept patrolling. Killua did enjoy nighttime more than during the day, but maybe that was because he was so used to working at night that he enjoyed it more. It was also cooler during the night hours compared to the heat of the summer sun during the day.
The albino serval was curious about the stars, but like most children, his attention could only be held for so long before he got bored and wanted something to do. Killua had hoped that London hadn't been able to pick up much on the mention of his brother. He probably didn't give the albino clouded leopard enough credit for her detective and observation skills. The assassin kept his smile on his face, but he could easily tell during the little speel of what he had been up to, that London showed concern across her face. He wanted to tell her that he was okay and that there was nothing to worry about. Compared to the time she gave him the gloves that he still uses, it was odd for someone to show obvious concern for him. Stark did the same as well, as his father figure seemed to fuss over him from time to time. Before he could reassure her, the female wrapped her arms around his neck again, causing him to straighten his posture slightly. This hug was different from their first one. It wasn't at all unpleasant, but it was filled with warmth. He was slightly caught off guard and didn't return the hug immediately. He forced his body language to relax, a common feat he was used to doing, and the smile turned to a shy grin. A low chuckle would escape his jaws as he raised one of his paws and wrap it around her shoulders. "I'm fine. I promise." Partial lie and partial truth. The injuries he once had no longer inhibited his movements. He had been in far worse conditions than this, and could easily handle himself. He wasn't about to show weakness just yet, as there was always an opportunity for other Elysium members to approach a scent that they did not recognize.
The leader of the group pleaded that he was the bad guy simply because they hadn't done anything wrong. They seemed to have forgotten that they left corpses on the borders which were obviously killed by their paws. Killua distinctly remembers removing the eye from a domestic cat and knocking out the leader with almost ease. No, he didn't kill any of them. All of this had happened after Circusclown, and so he knew he should try turning over a new leaf and not constantly be killing all of the time. It was tough for him, but he left them alive. From that moment, the assassin did not hear from them again. This was one of the many reasons why the assassin constantly was on patrols so that he wouldn't miss anything and always keep track of who left and entered the clan. It made his job a lot easier to have as much information as much as possible. The only time that he ran away from battles though, were if they were with his family. Any other battle he would make sure to pick out his opponent appropriately, and then commence an attack. Injuring someone to the point that they would give up was a lot more difficult rather than just killing them. This was the price that needed to be paid in order to live a better life. There were plenty of activities that Killua found trivial. He did not see the need to garden or create something from arts and crafts. But, he probably needed a hobby. He worked himself to the bone and then when he didn't have anything to do he just kept patrolling. Killua did enjoy nighttime more than during the day, but maybe that was because he was so used to working at night that he enjoyed it more. It was also cooler during the night hours compared to the heat of the summer sun during the day.
The albino serval was curious about the stars, but like most children, his attention could only be held for so long before he got bored and wanted something to do. Killua had hoped that London hadn't been able to pick up much on the mention of his brother. He probably didn't give the albino clouded leopard enough credit for her detective and observation skills. The assassin kept his smile on his face, but he could easily tell during the little speel of what he had been up to, that London showed concern across her face. He wanted to tell her that he was okay and that there was nothing to worry about. Compared to the time she gave him the gloves that he still uses, it was odd for someone to show obvious concern for him. Stark did the same as well, as his father figure seemed to fuss over him from time to time. Before he could reassure her, the female wrapped her arms around his neck again, causing him to straighten his posture slightly. This hug was different from their first one. It wasn't at all unpleasant, but it was filled with warmth. He was slightly caught off guard and didn't return the hug immediately. He forced his body language to relax, a common feat he was used to doing, and the smile turned to a shy grin. A low chuckle would escape his jaws as he raised one of his paws and wrap it around her shoulders. "I'm fine. I promise." Partial lie and partial truth. The injuries he once had no longer inhibited his movements. He had been in far worse conditions than this, and could easily handle himself. He wasn't about to show weakness just yet, as there was always an opportunity for other Elysium members to approach a scent that they did not recognize.
elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO